Machines glower in the blood-soaked twilit land pumping out steam that casts a dim shadow over the trees thoughts manipulate the twists and twirls of the billowing clouds but that's not how the system planned it out to be. You know what I say? I say, "******** you" to the system. I will run these machines with broken gears, rusted down to their last fragile shield of metal but there's a piece missing. A single gear, put out of place and I can't seem to find it within me. For now, the steam sits in a constant stream meandering thoughts sticking to the blueprints but there's a part of me that's missing- and it's missing him.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Sun Oct 11, 2009 @ 05:09am · 0 Comments |